Everyone has that one thing
That one thing that hides the pain
Because...
Addiction controls us all
Blades
Pills
Or alcohol
We're all different
All our own kind of crazy ...
Take that blade
Dull or sharp
Breathe in and just cut it out
And out goes your air along with some blood
Still feeling the same,
fucked up...
Unscrew the child proof lid
Count them out
Think one last thought as you put them in your mouth.
Count 1,2,3, your still here can't seem to bare it 4,5,6,
One deep breath and swallow
The pain is gone, no more worries you can't feel a thing your body's numb already...
Twist off the lid, read the bottle
Thats poison you're holding
Drink enough to kill the memories
Think enough to hold yourself together
You thought you were good or at least getting better
Down you go can't stand it any longer Only one drink you told yourself but once again your all out...
Go ahead try to be stronger.
Say your fine ,that you'll be okay
Lie again I know that face
Say one wrong thing and it's your mistake.
